I hadn't expected to wake up alone. Though I tell myself that Diogo is an important man and he has an important job to do, especially in the wake of the explosion, I'm still disappointed. I roll out of bed, groaning in pain as sore muscles stretch. I test my ankle as I stand up, using the bedframe for balance. It's still tender but I can walk without too much pain. I limp to the washroom where I brush my teeth and then sit at my desk and run a brush through the tangles of my hair. I ...